Before the eye of god

Below is the poem entitled Before the eye of god which was written by poet
Mark
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Before the eye of god

Before the eye of god
Soloman bore the thunder of the crashing waves,
Beyond this entrance hung,
While observing not the changing tides
In sight of the eye of god;
For dawn equates no hope, nor faith
When the winds blow evermore,
And light expands in our daybreak fair
Sacrificing the solemn night;
Commit to us all that is good and fair
And forsake an innocent man
Waiting before the eye of god
Breaks slow a fog over this lands end,
When calm the tranquil brine,
Yet in his ship the old captain waits
To see the eye of god,
Oh muscle to muscle to ache with pain
As he lays deaf to his shipmates call,
Though from beneath this portholes outward lights
Came bangs of a rusty spigot;
And all those left to brave the morn
Will seize things moral and just
Before the eye of god
Soloman was transcended by the tick of his old wooden clock,
In the grace of an early morn,
As the quiet sunrise softly rose
High over the eye of god,
For he felt the sorrow of no promised land
When it touched his withered breadth,
And cold it was when waking eyes
Beheld no sacred light;
Yet visions haunt what prophets see
Pursuing their own desires
Before the eye of god
He considers not his own intent
Nor ponders his lost good-by,
But questioned words and fatal deeds
Are unanswered by the word of god,
For here wait the seeds of a moral life
Called out in his final breath;
While he listen’s long the bellows horn
As his life did slip away;
For silent was his dying pledge
In this, our morning light
Bound to the eye of god
Crashes through the waves our justice held
Blowing across this entrance hung,
Where lands and seas are momentary
And wait before the eye of god.
Faith is not for the sake of one
But lay’s for the worth of us all,
Then raises all to a distant call
And leave’s the rest to fate.
Oh boats pass on over waters calm
And sail to a far off shore
To behold the eye of god
By M.Norton